OMC! OMD! Purrkins, Nellie - you’re priceless. Looooove this thread!!!

This is what I miss most on the site: some fun mixed in with all the seriousness. Clare, Meg💫  & miss pie💫💔💔💔 were the best at keeping the site a little lighter its needed for some balance when possible.

That’s so cool - yes, I can see this balance being sooo necessary amid all the challenges. I imagine there have been many phases and chapters in the community life over the years. Yes - perhaps we can bring back a bit of play! 🎈

Such a good start here , Holly! If anyone wants to join in and doesn’t have the instant skills of Purrkins and Nellie, here are some good resources to train your pet to balance a treat, more food, and objects. See what you can manage! It took us a while to train June to do this, so no worries about perfection! Give it a go!

Juno sees your blue dinosaur, Nellie, and replies with a pink elephant mohawk 💖💖💖:

[Cuteness Alert - brace youreselves!!!]

Good boy Frankie!!! Such talent, such decorating skills. So daring, so avant garde! Hounds, always pushing the envelope (sometimes literally!!) 💥

And awesome first pass on the biscuit task Myrtle and Frankie. No dog comes out of the box with this skill, but they do come out of the box ready to eat!! 

I swear Juno is smiling here👏🏻

Holly - Yes! That is our June’s sweet smile you’ve spotted. She doesn’t really do the open mouthed toothy grin that some dogs do - she’s more a Mona Lisa kind of girl.

And Purrkins! What talent, what panache my friend! Brilliant work.

OK is this community full of talent or what?

@jerry - totally!!!

You asked for it. Watch for a stuffie throw down! And hey she might just start balancing a steak on her head...

Bring it!!!! I’m bracing for a cuteness onslaught!!!!

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Re: hounds and garbage, Sally. Permit me a story from Juno’s early years with us? I’m not sure if it’s a talent, but it still amuses me:

We call Juno our little bowerbird because in her early days with us she took to raiding the upstairs bathroom trash (luckily its contents were pretty mundane) and laying out the pilfered bits one piece at a time in a careful configuration on the living room floor. 

I watched her do it the first time, as she placed with intention and delicacy a cardboard toilet paper roll and a toothpaste box along with five or so other things at key points on the carpet. It looked utterly random, but she did it with the seeming precision of a crop circle.

We’ve since cut off her access to trash, but she’ll still do this with choice bits of stinky laundry from the basket. And once when we neglected to walk her (I can’t remember why) she vented her stir-crazy energy by rushing each of her toys to the backyard to map out what I can only imagine was some kind of SOS message.